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Foeva Me, A Blog
Thank you to Andrew and the judges for a surprising "Best Blog" win in the 2012 Quills! |
| May 3 prompt by Bonnie14222 Bonnie makes an awesome point. We all know that we will lose someone we love at some point or another in our lifetime. It is how we deal with that loss that makes it at least somewhat bearable. Besides losing my Grandfather when I was very young, I haven’t had much experience with the loss of family members. What I have had is experience with the loss of farm animals. This is going to sound weird but, when the neighbor’s dog massacred our flock of chickens, I was devastated. At the time, my family owned a farm (eggplant, cherry tomatoes, lettuce, papayas, peas) with many acres and many herds/flocks of animals (chickens/horses/sheep/goats/cows). We lived there for four or five years when I was in grade school and during that time, we experienced many painful deaths of animals. In truth, I did consider many of the farm animals my family. The mistake was that by naming them – something you should never do with farm animals – we effectively turned them into part of our family. I don’t want this entry to become any more morbid than it already is, but I’ll just recount a bit of how I felt when the animals were no longer. First, the chickens that I mentioned earlier. They lived in a coop down the hill from our house. Far enough away that any squabbles they were making, we couldn’t hear (sleeping is important too, you know?). Anyway, the day of the massacre, we couldn’t hear the commotion they must have been making and didn’t realize a chicken apocalypse was taking place until the killer (in other words: the dog) wandered up to our front door with a feather hanging from his lip. All but one (her name was Matilda. Named after the girl in this movie: (Matilda Another thing that hit me right in the gut was when the stupid DISH Network electrician guy left the gate of our driveway open and our dogs escaped. A very nice lady found Cash wandering the highway (that was when he was younger and liked to get into mischief) but our other dog, Marilyn we never found. She was a poi dog (mutt/mixed breed) we had found ourselves but she had lived with us for many years and she was fully integrated into the family. She was a free spirit though and fences were never her friends. Though I never found out what happened to her, it is comforting to think she is still out there somewhere, enjoying her freedom or the companionship of whoever picked her up. When the farm idea wasn’t working out for my parents (not enough money, or something like that Dealing with these losses has hardened me in a way. I am certainly not lacking emotion, but having these experiences strengthens a person. Though I have not had any devastating losses of family or friends in recent years (*knock on wood*) I believe I would cope with those by talking. Though it is difficult to talk, it is healing. I would also listen to music. Taking my mind off the brooding for a while gives it a well-deserved break. It is also nice though – as Bonnie mentioned in her entry – to immerse yourself in a project. Perhaps something as a tribute to the lost loved one. Wow. Sorry for the long response. I look forward to reading all of the rest of yours! In other news: It is time once again for- Awkward Moments!: Today’s awkward moment is more an embarrassing one. There is this steep hill at my school and the maintenance people felt it needed watering (it was raining that day so I don’t know what was going through their heads . . . New Contest Plug!:
It is actually pretty amazing: I just wrote an entry for the "Character Sketch Challenge" which matches the prompt for the first round of this contest exactly! ("Day Seventeen: Gymnopedies No. 1" Anyway, enough about me. And wow, sorry again for the long entry. ~Emily EDIT: Oops! Here was the prompt from yesterday for the Character Sketch Challenge: And here is the prompt for today: |